Nail me up to that wooden cross.
Nail me up to that wooden cross, throw stones n call me names?
The clouds will black, the sky will part, a storm of ash n acid rain.
Death will fill the air we breath, the dead will resurrect,
a fight will rise to this world, this life in what we know?
the demons screaming through the night,
the blood stained river flow.
Eden will fade and death will rise to fill the heavens nocturnal sky's,
The shroud around the earth will cloak my soul as I depart, take to the next life all I know, and leave on earth my bleeding heart.......as I depart.
Redemption for the sin filled soul, a wisdom so profound, they say the dead will walk the earth? Yes!!!! rise up from underground.
The poets words voiced with contempt, the footprints left upon the sands of time, the ocean is of the earth, the body, and the mind.
I hear the world rotate on its earthly axis, moving forward day by day, paying these earthly taxes.
So nail me up to that wooden cross, for innocence of life is lost, in the furnace wisdom gets tossed, after you're done you'll burn the cross, an be on your merry way.